Guo Jia's Heavy Breasts Sway Beyond the Glass
Cao Cao Mengde.
He was by no means a tall man, but his proportions were so finely struck that he never gave the impression of being small. The lean, wiry muscle on his frame lacked the hulking bulk of his generals, yet it was more than equal to anything asked of it. A short, densely trimmed beard framed his jaw; and more than anything, it was the blade-bright gleam of his eyes that seized the heart of anyone who met them.
A handsome man? Not quite. A handsome man in his prime.
If Yuan Shao was the hegemon who had seized the four provinces of Hebei, then Cao Cao was the frontrunner of the Central Plains. His influence stretched across Yanzhou, Yuzhou, Sili, and Xu Province, reaching even into Guanzhong.
The trouble, of course, was that this also meant he had enemies on every side...
"Kyaa! It's Aman! Aman!"
Cao Hong came flying at him at once. Without a shred of shame she flung her naked body against his, locking her arms around his neck and clamping her thighs around his waist. The only people who dared call Cao Cao by his childhood name, Aman, were the cousins who had grown up with him without a hint of ceremony.
"Urgh — you're heavy, Zilian! Stop squeezing with your thighs! Relax, dammit, relax!"
"Nuh-uh, I don't wanna! Because Aman is miiine!"
Cao Hong Zilian wrung his body with every ounce of strength in her limbs.
The two of them looked astonishingly alike. Same height, similar build. Even Cao Cao's distinctive sharp gaze found an echo in Cao Hong's upturned, catlike eyes. A female Cao Cao and a male Cao Hong, one might say. From Xiahou Yuan's vantage it looked for all the world like two identical people clinging to each other.
This was Cao Hong: the shadow warrior raised to die in her lord's place.
"You startled me, Aman. Weren't you supposed to stay another day at Guandu?"
Xiahou Yuan adjusted her slightly disheveled towel, covering the breast that had slipped into view. Unlike Cao Hong, who was grinding her completely naked body against Cao Cao without a thread on her, Xiahou Yuan was not the type to flaunt her nudity so openly.
Cao Cao bit and licked at Cao Hong's earlobe until she dropped away from him.
"Haaahn! I'm gonna come just from my cousin—!"
"Shut your mouth, Cao Hong! Before I plug it with my cock!"
"Getting face-fucked by my own cousin... actually, I like that even more!"
...Only then did he finally manage to turn toward Xiahou Yuan.
"Yuan Shao's army is slower to mobilize than we expected. We've bought ourselves a few extra weeks."
"Still dragging that heavy ass of his, I see. Yuan Shao never changes."
Guandu: the forward base established to halt Yuan Shao's army as it descended from the north. Cao Cao's high command had already marked it as the decisive battlefield of the war to come.
"If he'd wanted to move early, he would have struck while we were off attacking Liu Bei. That would have been genuinely dangerous. And if he had... we never would have gotten our hands on these wives."
Cao Cao's idiotic grin as he looked back and forth between the naked bodies of Lady Gan and Lady Mi was more than Xiahou Yuan could take; she couldn't hold back a snort of laughter.
"Could you not talk about it like we fought a war just to satisfy your married-woman fetish?"
"What's the difference, Miaocai? They ended up in my hands, didn't they? And it looks like you lot have already had your fill of them. Come on, give me the review. The whole ride back from Guandu... I thought I was going to die of how badly I wanted it."
"Before that, you should at least give Xun You a heads-up. They've probably been caught off guard over there."
"It's fine. I came back with Guo Jia."
Beyond the glass wall, in the generals' viewing gallery, a tall, pale woman came through the darkened doorway...
She stood far taller than most men, her face gaunt and white. Her complexion was so poor it bordered on deathly, and her overall impression was faint, washed-out — but the enormous eyes ringed with dark circles, paired with a twisted smile that seemed to look down on whoever she faced, combined into a decadent, distinctive allure.
Her hair was absurdly long; even twisted carelessly into a ponytail, it still fell past her waist. She clearly hadn't washed it out of sheer laziness — undone, it would surely have reached the floor. And instead of a hairpin, she had a long smoking pipe jammed through the knot.
Her pitch-black robes were so baggy they dragged along the floor. This was a woman who had lived her entire life without the slightest interest in feminine hygiene. She had pulled one arm free of its sleeve, propped her elbow against the voluminous front fold of her robe, and loosely planted that hand at her hip. A glimpse of breast showed through on that side, while the empty sleeve dangled uselessly on its own.
"Heeey. Everybody jerking off nicely in here?"
The voice was a hideously gravelly alto, and she was unmistakably drunk.
Guo Jia Fengxiao. Together with Xun Yu, Xun You, and Cheng Yu, she was one of Cao Cao's S-rank strategists.
"Oh, Guo Jia! So you came back with that bastard Mengde! Been drinking your way here from Guandu?"
Xiahou Dun's greeting on behalf of the group was met with a snicker as Guo Jia raised a wine bottle in one hand.
"When the old man we call our lord decides to scrap the entire operational plan and turn around just so he can throw another one of these goddamn jerk-off parties, you think I wouldn't want a drink? Of course I pounded it. And General Xiahou Dun, I see you've got your cock standing at attention all the way to the heavens again, staring at your little sister."
"Th-this is— Gaaah!"
If Xiahou Yuan was a beauty of the cool, composed variety, Guo Jia was a beauty of the filthy variety. Ignoring Xiahou Dun, who was covering his crotch with a face gone scarlet, Guo Jia offered her greetings to the generals and strategists. The strategists clasped her hand and welcomed her warmly, but the male generals — who feared Guo Jia's vicious mouth — merely waved with awkward smiles.
When she spotted Jia Xu in the corner, Guo Jia did not greet him. She did, however, catch sight of Lady Zou standing demurely beyond the glass wall, and tossed her a twisted smile.
"Lady Guo Jia, I hadn't heard that Lord Cao Cao would be coming... Something must have happened at Guandu."
"Ah, yes... Lord Xun Yu. Well, the old man will explain everything in a bit... So... this time it's Liu Bei's wives, is it? After you've already fucked them, I mean."
Guo Jia picked a seat with a clear view of everyone and sat with her back to the glass wall, wearing an expression that said she had no desire whatsoever to look at whatever was happening on the other side.
"Is the situation that serious...?"
When Xun You asked the question carefully, Guo Jia said nothing, merely tipping the bottle. Glug, glug — two swallows, then a final tok as she drained the last drop. She set the bottle down and spoke.
Jia Xu, who hadn't even been looking at her, turned his head in that direction with an expression of interest.
"This is the dairy cow I've been kneading, Aman. Get a good look — they're incredible."
Cao Hong lifted and dropped Lady Mi's breasts before Cao Cao's eyes, showing them off like a prize.
"Yeah, you can tell she's the first wife just from the tits. I was certain of it before we even stripped her. They were so big no amount of clothing could hide them. And she just went around bouncing them around like it was nothing."
"Then how about this one? Does this ass fall within the range you were expecting?"
Xiahou Yuan pulled at the lower body of Lady Gan, who lay limp after having every fluid wrung out of her, folding her hips up to display the buttocks to their best advantage.
Cao Cao tilted his head, examining Lady Gan's lower body from behind in exhaustive detail. Her dainty pussy, the anus that had been opened for the first time today, the thick thatch of pubic hair still smeared with the indiscriminate droplets of spent pleasure — every shameful part of her was laid bare, one by one, before the eyes of an enemy lord.
Cao Cao, who had not even been breathing, let his lips curl into a grin at the fingertips still stroking his chin.
"This is beyond anything I imagined... Extraordinary, isn't it? I trust she's as delicious as she looks?"
"I was stunned myself. It's a texture I've never felt even handling the women of the imperial palace... Aman, I suspect a woman like this will be a first for you as well."
Cao Cao gripped Lady Gan's broad buttocks with both hands and brought his face in. He pressed the tip of his nose to that exquisite stretch of flesh between anus and pussy, inhaling as though he meant to fill himself to the depths of his belly with her scent. Lady Gan, limp as a corpse, could of course do nothing at all.
"When that bastard Liu Bei was staying in Xuchang, I saw this bitch exactly three times. The first time, I wasn't sure. The second time, I formed a hypothesis. It was strange — she kept wrapping herself in clothes far bulkier than even Lady Mi, who has those enormous breasts. I figured she either had some wound on her body she wanted to hide, or... some weapon she wanted to conceal. Her chest looked ordinary, so I guessed it was the ass. The third time, the day we parted in Xuchang, she couldn't escape the gaze I kept driving into her lower body — kept rubbing her thighs together, fidgeting restlessly — and that's when I was certain. This bitch had a phenomenal ass."
He scraped his teeth across the flesh of her buttocks as though tasting a peach. In a posture of pure aesthetic appetite he worked his tongue, spreading saliva as if savoring the sweet-and-sour of a fruit already carved. It looked as though Lady Gan, lying prone, was being eaten alive by Cao Cao starting from the ass.
From the oil-slicked small of her back he planted his flag across every region of the broad plain of her left buttock; then down to the thigh below, across to the right thigh, and began the climb again, painting every inch of the right buttock with his own saliva. As if to say mine. As if to say this is mine.
The anus Xiahou Yuan had so carefully opened was swollen pink, testimony to that brutal first experience. Cao Cao, having spat a thick wad of saliva, finally applied force and pried the hole open to look inside. Puckering, breathing, the hole swallowed his wet droplets of spit, dyeing its interior in Cao Cao's color...
The pussy, so thoroughly ravaged it carried a pitiful air, and the clit swollen to the point of bursting, he passed over with unexpected restraint — just a touch of the tongue.
In that moment, Cao Hong and Xiahou Yuan understood that a choice had been made. Passing over Lady Mi, the woman the generals had been pining for, Cao Cao had chosen Lady Gan. That fact alone was more than enough to explain the unique allure of Lady Gan's body.
Cao Cao spoke with a refreshed expression.
"Well then. Shall we have a taste of Lady Mi."